From: anon2b96@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Name withheld by request)
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Subject: Wetting Story
Date: 19 Jul 1994 15:02:49 -0600
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Hi all,
The following is an original story that recounts some of my first
watersports play as a child. It is all true, to the best of my
recollection. I originally wrote it for the alt.sex.fetish.diapers
group, but it seems to fit in just as well here. Any how, if you
like it send me mail and tell me. I will keep all responses confidential.
I could probably continue the story, but it would venture into fantasy
instead of recollection.
My first recollection of wanting to wet was way back. Probably when I
was about five years old. I have no idea what prompted me to want it,
but for some reason I felt like it would be fun to wet the bed one
night. This was not exactly an unusual occurrence, I probably wet the
bed once every couple of weeks without actually wanting to at that
time, but this is the first time that I specifically remember wanting
to wet the bed. The procedure for accomplishing this was painfully
easy. All I had to do was drink several glass of water at bedtime, and
then not go to the bathroom before getting into bed. I remember
felling very naughty and really enjoying that feeling, but at the time
there was nothing that I associated as sexual about the urge. I also
remember putting on my red spider-man pajamas before going to bed.
They were the oldest, pair that I had and I didn't want to ruin my new
pajamas. Anyhow as might be expected that night I wet the bed. I
never remember waking up after wetting at this stage in my life. It
just remember my mother coming in to change the bed sheets in the
morning.
To this day I don't know how she knew that I had wet the bed, maybe it
was the smell in the room in the morning, or maybe she checked me every
morning and I was asleep sometimes while she checked. The later is
probably the case since I also remember her waking me up a couple of
times in the middle of the night to change the sheets on my bed. I
recall thinking that I didn't really care about the wet sheets, I just
wanted to get back to bed. When ever my mother did discover that I had
wet the bed, she thought absolutely nothing of it, and I never remember
her scolding me about it. Anyhow, I decided that for whatever reason I
enjoyed this new trick and started doing it more often. Now I was
wetting the bed maybe twice a week from drinking extra water and still
had an occasional unplanned accident.
This went on for a couple of months, again I don't think my mother ever
suspected anything unusual. Unfortunately, the more I used the trick
to wet at night the more natural it seemed to become. Soon much to my
dismay, I was wetting my bed almost every night, whether I planned for
an accident or not. This really didn't bother me, it was fun, remember
I think I was five, but I was mortified when my mother mentioned it at
a doctors checkup. Shortly after that I stopped planning to wet the
bed, and concentrated on emptying my bladder before going to sleep.
Soon the wetting decreased to a much lower level. Once I was back in
control, I would save wetting the bed for rare occasions. This went on
until I was about ten years old. At that time I could no longer plan a
accident no mater how much I drank and I had completely stopped having
unplanned accidents on a regular basis. No mater how much I drank,
I would not wet at night, I would just wake up with an urgent need to
go to the bathroom. Once I was awake, I had no urge to wet my bed
while awake, for some reason that just didn't sound like it would be
that much fun.
My first experience wetting while awake was in my first grade
classroom. Again I have absolutely no idea what lead to this, but
after using the bathroom, I always liked to let the last couple of
drops fall into my pants. Nothing that would really be considered
wetting, but occasionally enough to see a small spot on the outside of
my pants.
Well one day after using the bathroom at the school, I had one of these
small spots on my pants, and I remember my best friend at the time
noticing the spot. I don't remember how I got the courage up, but
being a kid and not really knowing any better, I told him that
I though it felt good to have a little wet spot in front of my penis.
Anyhow, he and I started talking about it and he didn't seem to think
that it was unusual at all. Later that day out at recess, we were off
by ourselves doing whatever first graders do at recess and he brought
the subject up again. He said if it felt good, I should wet them a
little more now. Me being a first grader, though that this sounded
logical and I wet them a little. Just enough for a very small spot to
show, maybe the size of a dime. I remember my friend Brian being very
excited by this and saying that I should do a little more. I obliged
him and made the circle a little bigger, maybe the size of a quarter
now. Again, Brian was thrilled by this and asked me to make the spot
bigger. I on the other hand was nervous that people would see the spot
and balked. I told Brian that he should make a spot to see what it
felt like. He obliged, but first opened the zipper of his pants so that
only his underpants would get wet. Then Brian talked me into opening
my fly, and making my spot a little bigger which I did since it didn't
seem to show this way. We went through the rest of recess this way
each daring the other to make the spot in his underpants just a little
bigger. Eventually both of our underpants were quite wet, but by
holding my pants away for the underpants it didn't soak through. I
remember it being a very pleasant feeling, and noticing that each of us
had an erection, probably a full 2" at the time ;-), but an erection no
less. Each of us showed the other our penis but that was as far as it
went. Shortly after that the bell rang.
This is the first time that I remember feeling anything sexual related
to my wetting. Although I really didn't understand these feelings, I
definitely knew that I enjoyed them. I guess my next memory is from
around the age of ten. I had started enjoying wetting myself while
awake. Strangely enough I never had a strong desire to be diapered but
rather like the idea of just being wet. I guess some people like to
regress all the way to toddler, or baby, but I just liked to go back to
post toilet training, and relive the accidents that resulting from
that. As a matter of fact to this day I would much rather wet one or
two pairs of underpants then to wet or mess into a diaper. I guess
part of the reason is that diapers are made to keep you dry, at least
the disposables are, and I wanted to be wet. Also the though of doing
something naughty just isn't there if I wear a diaper.
Anyhow, at the age of ten or so, I started purposely wetting my pants,
but hiding it for the first time. Previously, I had really made no
attempt to hid my wetting, which was mostly at night. Now I was
deliberately wetting my underpants while locked in the the bathroom.
Usually I did this when my mother told me to go upstairs and get
changed for bed. I would go upstairs and remove everything except my
underpants. Then I would sit on the toilet and wet my pants. This
isn't what I really wanted to do, I really wanted to wet my pants while
fully dressed, but this is the most that I thought I could get away
with easily. After wetting my pants, I would have an nice erection
to play with. As a matter of fact, usually I got the erection as soon
as I made the mental decision to wet my pants that night. This
sometimes lead to problems since once I was hard, I could not easily
pee. I usually overcame this by sitting on the toilet, wearing my
underpants, and reading until my erection subsided enough to wet my
pants. Of course this immediately brought back an even harder erection
which demanded immediate attention in the form of masturbation. I
definitely remember masturbating at this time, but I did not masturbate
to orgasm. I would just pull on it for a while until I tired of
playing with myself. After playing with myself, I would rinse out my
underpants and put them under my bed to dry. Once they had dried, I
would put them in the cloths hamper with the rest of my laundry.
On rare occasions when I was left home alone, I would wet my pants
while wearing a couple of sets of underwear and probably a pair of
jeans. This for me was the ultimate. My mother worked during the day
so if I was home sick from school I would be home alone. Usually I
would get dressed after everyone left and drink lots of water. Then
slowly wet my pants in intervals for the next couple of hours. What I
really liked was just the felling of being wet. I would then spend the
rest of the day walking around wearing wet pants.
I remember one day when I faked that I was sick so that I could stay
home and "play". On that day, I remember drinking lots of water and
changing pants three or four times. Then as the afternoon wore on, I
also messed in my pants. On that occasion I probably had two or three
sets of underpants and a pair of jeans on. They were already soaked,
and due to the redundant underpants, be quite squishy. I was walking
around in our backyard like this trying to pee a little bit more. My
erection was probably fading and squirting a little more pee into my
pants was the quickest way to get it fully hard again. Try as I might,
my bladder was as empty as I could get it. Standing there trying to
force a little more pee out, I could suddenly feel that my bowels would
move if I continued to push. I immediately stopped, and then
contemplating my situation, said to my self, "why not?". If I like
wetting them, pooping in them should be even more fun. It didn't take
much effort to release a good pile into the back of my pants. My
erection at this point was a hard as it had every gotten. In addition
to this the pushing out of my underpants in the back had increased the
pressure on the front. I felt those wet underpants being forced
against my penis and started masturbating like never before. I kept at
it longer this time and for the first time did not stop after a couple
of minutes. I desperately wanted to lie down so I could be more
relaxed and really get into playing with myself, but I had the load in
the back of my pants. Then it occurred to me that my pants were
probably covered in shit anyway and had to be washed, what difference
would it make if it got squashed around a little. As I laid down I
could feel the load squish up and down my crack and down to below my
balls. This was all that I could take as I started to feel the first
involuntary contractions of orgasm. It was dry, but an orgasm no the
less. I decided that I really liked this as well, but it was much more
difficult to clean up afterwards and consequently, I could not do this
unless I was guaranteed some time at home alone to clean up. This of
course lead me to fake sick a little more often.
It was during one of these days at home that I purposely wet my bed for
the first time while I was awake. I think I was about 14 at the time.
I was lying in bed waiting for my family to leave for work so that I
could play. Anyhow, I was recalling fond memories of wetting the bed
for my previous years and the though occurred to me, that I could
probably wet the bed today, and just flip over the mattress, and wash
the sheets at the end of the day if the mattress had not dried out by
then. The though of this became more and more consuming as I waited
for my mother to leave. Eventually, I decided that she would never
know if I started a little early, so I laid there and started wetting
the bed just a little. I can still remember feeling the pee dribble
down between my leg and my scrotum as I wet myself while lying on my
back. I was enthralled with the feeling and quite quickly had a rock
hard erection. I remember reaching down and feeling the wet underwear
covering my waist and hard penis. I gave my penis a couple of quick
rubs and was soon adding some cum shots to the pee that soaked my
underwear and sheets. Shortly after that my mother walked into my room
to say god-bye for the day. I remember laying there, by underpants
soaked under the covers with a load of cum in them as well and my
mother looking at me all sad saying I looked, terrible. Probably
flushed sweaty skin from the great orgasm I had just had. ;-)
Bed wetting soon turned into my favorite activity. But, also the
rarest since I was trying to hide all evidence of my wetting activities
now. To hide my bedwetting, I would only wet while lying on my back
with the blankets held up away from my underpants. This way I could
wet the front of my underpants without soaking my bedsheets as well. Of
course there were a couple of times that I got a little carried away
and got the bedsheets a little wet as well, and once I had wet the
sheets a little, I figured oh well, might as well let loose. I enjoyed
sleeping on the damp sheets, and thought this was great, except that it
took a day or two for my bed to completely dry out after this. As you
can imagine, it didn't take long for my mother to notice the stains on
the bedsheets again. I remember here presenting the evidence to me and
asking me what had happened. I believe I attributed it to stress
etc. I remember her not being happy about the issue, but also being
very supportive and saying that I would outgrow it and not to worry
etc.. She also took my waterproof mattress pad out of the closet and put
it back on my bed. And told me that I could take it off when ever
I felt that I didn't need it any more..
The next day my mother told me that it would be my responsibility to
wash the sheets each day if I had an accident at night, otherwise she
would just ignore the problem and I would be forced to sleep in a dirty
bed. I remember thinking this is great! I of course had no problem
sleeping in a bed that had been wet in and had dried during the day, so
I did not wash the sheets each time I wet. I found that I enjoyed the
smell in light amounts, and only after a couple of days would the
smell start to develop and only if the sheets could not dry
completely.
About this time I remember going to visit my cousin for a month or two
one summer. He had always been a bed wetter, and still was at the
time. He was a year younger then me and I think I was 15 at the time.
Anyhow, our mothers were talking and the subject of bed wetting came
up. My mother must have told my aunt about my "problem" since my aunt
knew everything. Her solution would be that me and my cousin would
share the same bed since it was protected by a plastic mattress cover.
I remember felling very embarrassed at the time, but also thinking that
this could be fun. My cousin was what I considered 'cute'. Thin with
a still boyish body, not a trace of hair except for his head and a very
few strays at the base of his penis. I knew I had at least some
attraction to members of the same sex and wanted to think of a way to
get him to have sex with me.
The first couple of days of the trip were uneventful. We would spend
our days playing around there barn, riding dirt bikes, swimming in
their pool. I noticed that my cousin kept making sexual jokes, but I
couldn't seem to expand the jokes enough to get him to talk about sex
freely. Any mentioning of jerking off etc. was avoided. At night we
were sharing his full size bed. It was fun and my cousin wet the bed
most nights, while I wouldn't unless I woke up first and my cousin was
still asleep. If he was then I would wet my side of the bed so that it
would look like my wetting problem was still occurring. Actually
neither of us were really heavy wetter, he seemed to dribble a lot, and
I only wet enough to maintain my bed wetting status. I had resigned
myself to being considered a bed-wetter for the summer since I didn't
want my aunt to make me sleep in the spare room alone. Anyhow, one
morning, I remember waking up and thinking that my cousin was still
asleep, without knowing it I found out that he had been awake and had
unbeknownst me already checked to see if I had wet the bed. He was
pretending to be asleep when I whispered his name. Thinking that he
was asleep, I proceeded to wet the bed. At that point the jig was up.
he turned around and said, "You've been wetting the bed on purpose
haven't you?". To which I confessed. He said that it was OK, while
most of his accidents were genuine, but he occasionally just didn't
feel like getting out of bed and wet purposely and he liked to feeling
of sleeping on damp sheets. I remember thinking, this is great, I can
wet if I want and he thinks its fun. As I lay their, I asked my cousin,
"Are you wet now?" To which he replied in a sheepish voice "Yes, why
don't you look if you don't believe me". Anyhow, I stuck my head under
the covers and saw his smooth torso, leading down to his white BVD's
underpants which continued a spreading wet spot. As I watched the spot
spread I noticed that the bulge underneath the spot was growing. I
couldn't help myself at this point, I reached over and touched his wet
pants and erection. My cousin just giggled a little and said it felt
good as he two joined me with his head under the sheets. I continued
to rub his erection through his wet underwear for another minute or two
before I saw and felt his own hand move to the similar bulge in my
pants. This was just too much for me at this point. I had to taste
him. I bent down, to the intoxicating smell of urine and lifted his
underpants to expose his five inch penis. As I hovered there trying to
think of what my next move should be, I heard my cousin ask me to suck
on it.
I remember the first part of my face to touch it was my noise as I
tried to get every bit of the smell into my noise. Then I opened my
mouth and swallowed as much of his dick as I could. I guess I wasn't
much on technique a this point. Anyhow I knew that I wanted it in my
mouth. I started bobbing up and down and shortly thereafter felt my
cousins hot breath on my own penis and wet underpants. Then the silky
smooth inside of his mouth as we moved into a '69' position with each
other. Both of us still had our wet underpants around our hips and
were pretty much wallowing in the wet part of the bed. I remember
cumming first. It was definitely the strongest orgasm I had had to
date and my cousin eagerly swallowed it all. When he started to cum, I
tried to reciprocate and swallow his load, but It caught me by surprise
and I gagged a little and ended up spitting into a tissue.
After that episode, my cousin confessed to me that he too liked to wet
the bed. After known this, I talked him into wetting his
pants a couple of times when my uncle and aunt where not around. He
seemed to like it, and it usually lead to another hot session with us
sucking each other, but it didn't really turn him on as much as wetting
his bed. I still think back on that summer as one of the best of my
life.
This unfortunately was the highlight of my sexual development as a
child. Before the next summer that cousin and his family moved away
and I didn't get to spend much more time with them. I wonder if he
still likes to wet.
I'm curious. Is it possible that this or any other fetish has a
tendency to run in families. Obviously my cousin is another
water-sports/infantilism enthusiast and I also have another pair of
cousins, who made some infantilism/water-sports suggestive comments, but
I have never perused this possibility with them. They were girl
cousins who lived quite far away and consequently we didn't see them
often.
Steve